The cycles will continue long after you’re gone.

The ripples. The seeds. The gifts you imparted will continue to grow and flourish and decay.

I have created different networks of ripples and movements along this path, and all of them exist and even flourish long after I’ve departed. My ego has grappled with the need to be seen to be anchored by the energy I put in to create that sort of output.

I’ve held grief and anger that there wasn’t the glory of the feat of that tireless pouring. But as time moves on and real joy fills me. I understand it more clearly. More graciously. More abundantly.

Every breath or cun of energy that was poured into the labyrinth via my essence, has unlocked the necessary embrace for the next cyclist. Opened and closed doors. Birthed and layed to rest potentials upon potentials.

And now as I sit in my flower garden of little babes to big blooms I am honoured by the breath once more within this cycle of the cycles. And I watch the tables turn like the magic of the first spring flower and the dance of the butterfly as they awaken once more. Moving with more knowledge, more ancient wisdom, yet the simple pleasure of just existing here, right now. With just enough.

Because we all are enough.

Just.

And that’s all we’ve ever needed to be.